Nothin beats
The hobo life;
Stabbin folks
With my ho
Bo knife.

Nothin beats
The hobo life;
Stabbin folks
With my ho
Bo knife.

"…a unique mixture of delusion, young adult superiority and not actually having to know what the fuck you're talking about."

"…a unique mixture of delusion, young adult superiority and not actually having to know what the fuck you're talking about."

The heart is a baked clay pot,
Sherd-shrouded and sloshing
With some subtle silver,
And it cools and chips
In epochal stages, painted
With fading pleasures
And mythic icons,
All user-derived and clotting
The corners—still, sometimes,
Clayhearted half-men all,
We slough off, gnaw at
The bonds that hold us aloft
Seeking hard ground
T…

The heart is a baked clay pot,
Sherd-shrouded and sloshing
With some subtle silver,
And it cools and chips
In epochal stages, painted
With fading pleasures
And mythic icons,
All user-derived and clotting
The corners—still, sometimes,
Clayhearted half-men all,
We slough off, gnaw at
The bonds that hold us aloft
Seeking hard ground
T…

The fact that his catchphrase
Was something mooncalves say
Should sum up all you need
To know about A. D. Clay.

The fact that his catchphrase
Was something mooncalves say
Should sum up all you need
To know about A. D. Clay.

Yesterday, hammering 'refresh,'
I got tickets to see Mangum
In some noveau riche
Seaside concert hall,
In our gilded city.
Sore spirit and failed flesh,
And a watery hum,
Coming in from the beach
First lost birds of fall
Curling slow and pretty.  

Yesterday, hammering 'refresh,'
I got tickets to see Mangum
In some noveau riche
Seaside concert hall,
In our gilded city.
Sore spirit and failed flesh,
And a watery hum,
Coming in from the beach
First lost birds of fall
Curling slow and pretty.  

Triumph is meted out
In equal sides
And gilt-limned
And matted
In golden frames.

Triumph is meted out
In equal sides
And gilt-limned
And matted
In golden frames.

That's reasonable,
It seems to me;
Other's discomfort,
Though, might just be.

That's reasonable,
It seems to me;
Other's discomfort,
Though, might just be.

An overlooked role
Of the hipster prole
Is irony policeman:
They step out of line,
You collect the fine,
In Toro y Moi releases.

An overlooked role
Of the hipster prole
Is irony policeman:
They step out of line,
You collect the fine,
In Toro y Moi releases.

I'm not a one to provide
An unsolicited rave,
But I love: "O. Henry
slowclapped in his grave."

I'm not a one to provide
An unsolicited rave,
But I love: "O. Henry
slowclapped in his grave."

I live down the street—
From a statue of an astronaut
Who died the year I was born—
In an old house
That is being reclaimed by vines.
In the evenings, sometimes,
When the moon is up,
I stand in the yard,
And there are rustlings
From the bushes,
Whether animals,
Or quick growth,
Or the returning voices
Of men who died
In the…

I live down the street—
From a statue of an astronaut
Who died the year I was born—
In an old house
That is being reclaimed by vines.
In the evenings, sometimes,
When the moon is up,
I stand in the yard,
And there are rustlings
From the bushes,
Whether animals,
Or quick growth,
Or the returning voices
Of men who died
In the…